Housewife

Two bodies pressed together Two boys are falling hard The smell of sweat and leather A kinky greeting card Crazy about each other We both got fucked up pasts But when we are together We have a fucking blast I want to be a housewife What's so wrong with that I want to be a housewife, yeah And that's just where I'm at I'm making guacamole He's working on the car When he grills turkey burgers He knows I like them charred I like to wash the dishes I like to scrub the floors Don't mind doing his laundry What are boyfriends for I want to be a housewife What's so wrong with that I want to be a housewife, yeah And that's just where I'm at I want to have his baby I want to wear his ring He drives me fucking crazy I am his everything I want to be a housewife What's so wrong with that I want to be a housewife, yeah And that's just where I'm at I want to be a housewife What's so wrong with that Can't wait till he's in my life, yeah Cause we haven't met We haven't met yet We haven't met yet We haven't met yet Met Yet